Page 55 of This Wild Heart

Parker grinned, biting at my lower lip just shy of too hard. He moved down to my breast and sucked hard on that too. I cried out, arching my back, hands scrabbling at his back because I still wanted more. He pulled his fingers from between my legs, and with a filthy glint in his eye, he sucked his fingers into his mouth.

“You sure you won’t let me kiss you down there?” he whispered.

“I want to come with this,” I said, curling my hand around him again, “inside me. And if you can’t manage that, then we’ll discuss other options.”

He let out a shocked laugh. “Yes, ma’am.”

Parker rolled over, reaching into his nightstand to fish out a condom. He ripped the packet with his teeth and gawd, that should not have been as sexy as it was. His forearm flexed as he rolled it on, and I shifted restlessly on the bed while he sat on his haunches between my legs.

Parker stretched out his body, gathering me in his arms while I writhed underneath him, sliding his tongue into my mouth, and I whimpered when I could taste myself on him.

We were plastered together, every inch of his skin against mine as he kissed me again and again, and I wrenched my thigh tight against his side. He took himself in hand and teased me, back and forth and back and forth, not quite pushing inside.

My pulse was wild, thundering in my ears, because holy freaking hell, I was close already.

Sparks of pleasure plucked at my nerves, lighting me up from the inside out, and that was before he started rolling his hips an inch in, then back out. Another inch, back out.

By the time he was half in, I was going out of my mind. With his hair gripped in my fists, I panted against his mouth, begging incoherently for him to put that monster inside where it belonged. He told me to be patient, but how?How?

It shouldn’t have felt this good, with someone I didn’t really know, who’d flipped my life upside down in the way he had. But it did. Itdid.

Parker whispered against my skin that I was so good, so tight, so wet, and that he wanted to hear me scream. His thumb plucked my nipple, his tongue worked filthy against mine, and that’s when he pulled his hips back, locked his eyes on mine, and snapped forward, fully seating himself in me with a relieved groan torn straight from his chest.

My back snapped forward, my head tossed back, and a silent scream stayed locked in my throat while my body adjusted to the size of him, from the perfect way he’d already brought me to the slick edge of a cliff I’d never fallen from before.

“Hold on, baby,” he whispered, and the sheer confidence in his eyes almost had me coming right on the spot.

He was going to rearrange my world, and oh, I couldn’t wait.

Parker wrapped his arm around my shoulders, holding me firm to his chest while he thrust forward, long and smooth and a slight push up at the end with his hips that had me seeing stars when I closed my eyes.

“Oh my God,” I sobbed. “I’m close, I’m … Oh, don’t stop.”

It was so good. It was too good. Too big. My body couldn’t hold it all.

Then he sat up, and the sudden loss of the wall of heat from his chest almost knocked the breath from my lungs, but he kept my legs draped on either side of his hips while he sat on his haunches, using the higher angle and his hands wrapped tight around my thighs to hammer into me in a way that had me moaning with every smack of his body against mine.

The flex of his abs on each snap of his hips was practically obscene, and I felt the build again, spiraling tighter and tighter. Then he spread his hand over my mound, his thumb going right where I needed him, tight circles that matched his rhythm, and a blinding pleasure hit me like a train running straight through my chest.

It was so big, so bright, so powerful, that my bones shook, and my throat tightened up as I seized around him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said between gritted teeth. “Holy hell, Anya, that’s so fucking good.”

It went on and on and on, keening sounds spilling from my mouth as the spiked wave of pleasure wracked my frame, and I clutched at his arms where they held my hips. Parker took another sharp thrust, and another, and another, and he tilted his head back and groaned loudly, stilling tight inside me with our hips together. He moved a few more times. Slow. Lazy. Milking whatever was happening for him. If it was half as good as what I’d had, I didn’t even know how he could move a single muscle in his body.

I felt drunk watching this man orgasm. There would be consequences to this. A different kind of hangover that just might be even worse than the first. But at the moment, I really didn’t care.

He shifted his weight, carefully pulling himself out, and I winced at the sudden empty feeling. Parker sat up on the bed and took off the condom. I tugged the sheet up over my chest and fought a sudden wave of anxiety, that he’d ask me to leave, that he’d shut down, and he’d get that blank look in his eye when I could tell he was struggling with something.

Instead, he climbed right back in bed, and with a contented grunting sound, he pulled me straight into his arms, anchoring his arm around my waist and pressing his nose into my hair. “Nap now, golden girl,” he mumbled. “Talk later.”

Yes. I liked that plan.

His thumb brushed along the top of my ribs. Back and forth, back and forth. Then he pressed the sweetest, softest kiss to the back of my neck, and I smiled, letting the heaviness of my eyelids win the battle.

Chapter 14

Anya

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